Headhunter Quake was dead. This famous Skaven warlord was strangled to death by the hands of the white dwarf, Rimbrindale, after his crimes were read out one by one.
It was a very cruel punishment, because the whole process lasted for an hour. Headhunter Quake was actually only in his twenties or thirties, but the crimes he had committed were enough to fill an entire chapter. Belega gasped for breath. By the time he finished reading all the grudges and declared that they had been settled, Quake had already been killed by the white dwarves for a long time.
Bellegar was still yelling that Headhunter Quake had been let off too easily.
After the end of the ceremony, the human army needed to rest and reorganize, but the dwarves didn't have time to care about this. When the execution ceremony was over, the dwarves of the Angran clan and Ironpeak Castle were full of enthusiasm and threw themselves into the reconstruction.
At this time, Laing was taking a break from the busy work. The king threw all the work to François and Kalad to deal with, while he went to the plateau and sat in the king's golden tent in Sloppy Town. He leisurely enjoyed a hot drink and watched the snowy scenery of Eight Peaks Mountain.
Snowflakes fell from the sky and buried the battlefield, welcoming the new master of Eight Peaks Mountain.
Two days later, in Sloppy Town on the plateau of Eight Peaks Mountain.
The king sat on the bed and quietly watched the snowy scenery through the tent's window until he felt a soft touch from behind. The dark elf gently hugged him from behind and leaned on his back. Olica was wearing the maid's dress from before. The dark elf gently leaned on Laing's back: "Master, what are you thinking about?"
"Your master is tired!" Veronica sat on the big bed in the tent, leaning comfortably on the pillow and wrapping herself with a quilt. Although Garland only had a white fox fur coat draped over her shoulders, her beautiful figure was still exposed. Veronica's lips curled up, and her long dark brown hair fell over her shoulders. She held a cup of hot coffee in her hand and joked: "Look at this guy, he doesn't have any energy left. Obviously, he has entered the so-called period of fatigue after the war. All men are like this."
"Drive?" Laing smiled. He stretched out his arms and hugged the Dark Elf onto his lap. The Knight King hugged Olica's slender waist and smelled the fragrance of the Dark Elf's hair. "Do you want to see my 'drive'?"
"Hmph! You … there are so many people outside. I don't think you would dare. " Veronica immediately understood what Laing was talking about. She blushed and said, "Alright, Laing, I know you're tired and homesick. You miss Suria and your son, right?"
"Yes, the expedition has been going on for an entire year." Laing did not refute this time. The King sighed softly: "Actually, we're doing fine. Veronica, your witches suffered very few casualties, right?"
The casualty count of the Veronica Witch Squad was calculated very quickly. Only one witch apprentice had been killed by a goblin shaman's spell during the battle of the Titan's Gate. The rest of the witches only suffered minor injuries at most. None of them were crippled. Both the knights and the serfs knew that they had to protect the witches. The witches also had a large number of protective spells. Therefore, the casualties of the witches were not too high.
"Didn't I show you the casualty report already? Why are you asking me? " Veronica said disapprovingly. However, Garland quickly realized something and shut her mouth.
"The casualty list of the witches was released on the spot. The list of the knights and squires was also released one after another. However, the list of the serfs' casualties may never be released." Ryan said softly, "When we set off from Brittania, there were fifteen serf infantry regiments. Later on, there were a few serf infantry regiments left and a few more were added. When we participated in the battle at the Gate of Valaya, there were still fifteen of them. But my dear, do you know how many serf infantry are left now? Four regiments, more than four thousand people. "
"These are all necessary sacrifices, my dear. Even you were at the forefront, let alone the serfs," Veronica said casually. "Take it easy. Don't tell me you'll be hurt by this. I don't believe it."
"There are too many casualties. Sometimes it's just a series of numbers. That's right." Laing nodded calmly. He was not a sentimental person. On the contrary, Laing's will had been tested for a long time. The King held Veronica in his arms. Seeing that the dark elf did not speak, he took the initiative to ask, "Veronica, if you were in Nagaros, what would you do?"
"I would promote, Master." Veronica said in a low voice, "Duruqi is different from our close relatives and cousins who like to play with power and court intrigue and pay attention to bloodline. Duruqi's social status is only determined by strength and the number of slaves. The Shaman King and the Witch Queen, Terror Lords, nobles, commoners, and slaves, as long as they can show their strength, the Shaman King doesn't mind promoting a slave to a Terror Lord. However, the premise is that this Terror Lord can't threaten the status of the Shaman King and the Witch Queen. His Majesty Shaman King Malecis can already sit in his Shaman King's palace and easily control the situation in Nagaros. He knows when to ask for loyalty, when to side with those who are of the same persuasion, when to show his generosity, and when to assassinate and suppress. The Shaman King and the Witch Queen's methods are countless times better than yours … but they are also countless times crueler. Master, your strength is no longer a problem for you to deal with the Witch Queen, but you're still lacking when facing Shaman King Malecis."
"That's normal. If Malecis wasn't so powerful, he wouldn't be worthy of being called the Shaman King." Laing wasn't surprised by this. Malecis was an old monster over 5,000 years old. Not only was he a peak-Sanctuary warrior, but he was also a peak-Sanctuary spellcaster. According to Veronica, Malecis's strength was comparable to a demigod. Although he was slightly inferior to Angelang or Fulgen, it wasn't a problem for him to deal with those golden cobs (referring to the imperial guards).
Although the strength of the imperial guards was severely affected by the Great Maelstrom and the Great Guardian, it was the same for everyone. Even Laing felt restrained when using psionic power, and his current strength was about the same as that of an imperial guard.
I haven't succeeded in saving the world. My original body still needs to work hard.
Laing thought happily as he hugged his soft and fragrant personal maid. The Knight King thought for a while and made a decision. "Veronica, Veronica, what do you think if I decide to promote all the serf infantrymen who successfully return to Brittany to freedmen and award them with the Eight Peaks Mountain Memorial Medal? This doesn't include any additional rewards. It's just the rights and benefits that every serf who participated in the war enjoys. What do you think?"
Before Veronica said anything, Veronica said sarcastically, "Oh, my great knight, why have you changed so much? You're so generous. In the past, to promote a serf to a freedman, there were many checkpoints and reviews. Generally, only a few people would be promoted to freedmen in a battle. Now, you want to promote thousands of people in one go? This isn't a small number. You have to think carefully. "
"There's nothing more effective than generous rewards to win the hearts of your subordinates." Laing nodded slightly. The king had obviously thought about it carefully before he said this. He smiled and said, "That's what a great sage from the east of the Roof of the World said. I remember his name was … Lu Xun?"
"I don't care. You're the king. You make the decision." Veronica rolled her eyes at Laing. Garland changed her sitting position slightly. She adjusted her pillow and let her body sink into it comfortably. "But you'd better discuss this matter with your father-in-law. He's a traditional noble and an important force supporting you. As long as he agrees, this matter won't be a big problem. But I have to remind you that once this precedent is set, many conservatives in the kingdom will be alarmed."
"Conservatives? How many knights do they have? "Laing laughed loudly." Who dares to oppose me? Don't you want to share the spoils? Or don't you want to be a noble? Isn't the runic vibranium plate armor of the dwarves good? "
"Yes, yes, yes, I know. My great knight is now the awesome Knight King, and a real king. A little witch like me has been played and abandoned." Veronica pretended to be pitiful. "I'm about to lose my value."
"Olica, it seems that Veronica doesn't want to be my first female courtier anymore." Laing knew that Veronica was joking. The king hugged his dark elf and took advantage of her delicate, white thighs. "It seems that you'll have to reluctantly take up this position."
"Leave it to me, master." Olica smiled mischievously. "I'll be your first female courtier. By the way, you can leave Lady Veronica to me. In three months, I can turn her into a sow. If master wants, I can even cut off all her limbs."
"You, you, you … Olica, how can you do this!" Veronica felt a chill in her heart when she heard the dark elf's words. Garland shrank her head. She only felt that the dark elf was too dangerous. "I didn't offend you, did I?"
"If you want to betray master, this is the end. Of course, I have more ways, as long as master wants." Olica played with her beloved butterfly dagger. The dark elf leaned on Laing's chest with attachment. "As for master's proposal, I think it's feasible."
"Why is it feasible?" Laing stretched out his hand to Veronica, indicating that he was joking. He loved her so much, how could he bear to let Veronica be bullied?
"In the distant and cold Nagaros, the only way for Duruzi to maintain social vitality and a high fertility rate is to enjoy the joy and power brought by killing. Master, you are now the ruler. If you sit on the throne and your subordinates lack competition, then they will try to rebel against you and the system you have made. But if you open up a way to rise, and encourage competition and promote talents in this way, then everyone will fight each other to please you and be happy to obey your rule." Olica tapped her cherry red lips with her finger. The dark elf whispered, "You have to let everyone feel a sense of crisis. Comfort will only make your subordinates' martial arts and wisdom deteriorate."
"Promoting so many serfs to become free people in one go will make the knights feel a sense of crisis, right?" Laing touched his chin. The Knight King's beard had just been shaved once, and the new beard had not yet grown out. He thought for a moment and finally made up his mind. "Yes, now, there are many knights who are not worthy of the title of Brittany and Lady. After this victory, we can use this opportunity to punish a group of unworthy knights in Fira!"
Just like that, the matter was settled. All the serfs who had survived the Eight Peaks Mountain expedition would be promoted to freedmen! Laing would personally hold a meeting to commend them, and everyone would be awarded the Eight Peaks Memorial Medal.
This would be the largest promotion ceremony in the history of Brittany.
After chatting for a while, Laing asked casually, "By the way, Veronica, when is the Garan Assembly this year?"
"This year? It was held earlier this year, my dear. " Veronica was holding a fire-elemental magic book that was imported from the High Elves' Horus White Tower. She said in a huff, "It's all because I have to follow you on the Great Expedition. I didn't participate this year, and Lady Aurora and our little Princess Garan also didn't attend because of this matter. Therefore, the date of the Great Gathering has been changed to March next year, during the Grass Festival in Heaven's Fortress … Why are you suddenly concerned about this?
"So, Aurora's fate will be decided in March next year?" Laing asked with great interest. "Tell me, my dear, will you vote for it?"
"Anyway, I won't vote against it." "Don't tell me you want me to side with Aurora? I won't agree. Besides, this isn't in line with your plan. Haven't you always planned to take Aurora into your room?" Glancing at Veronica, Garland said, "Don't tell me you want me to side with Aurora? I don't agree.
“？？？ What do you mean take her into my room? Don't talk nonsense. I only said to include her in my system. " Leon rolled his eyes. "An old Saint-level ice-style sorceress is quite useful. Ice-style spells are quite rare to begin with."
"Very well. It's either two against one or three against one anyway. Aurora will definitely take Teresa and leave." Veronica nodded and yawned. She stretched and said, "I don't want to stay in Sky Castle either. Margarita and Carolina can do whatever they want. My dear, I'm yours in every sense of the word."
"Well, we'll talk about it when the time comes." Laing nodded. All of this would have to wait until the end of the expedition and they returned to Brittany to think about it.
Laing, Olica, and Veronica chatted for a while, and Juan Carlos came in. When the young Baron Biokari saw the dark elf sitting on Laing's lap and acting coquettishly, he was as surprised as if he had seen a new continent. However, Juan was no longer the ignorant son of the Duke of Estalia. He coughed twice and said to Laing, "Your Majesty, King Belega and the others have asked you to bring the generals to the Ancestral Hall."
"Ancestral Hall?" Laing's eyes lit up. "Is the treasury of Eight Peaks Mountain and the ancestral tomb about to be opened?"
"Yes!"
"Good! I'll be right there! " Laing could not suppress his excitement. He immediately stood up and ordered the main commanders to gather. Veronica and Olica also went with him.
An hour later, in the depths of the Ancestral Hall of Eight Peaks Mountain, five hundred meters underground, the excavation site was filled with ruins and rubble. However, the gates of the Ancestral Hall and the Ancestral Temple, which were tens of meters tall, were still in sight. The white dwarf Rimbrindale, King Belega of Eight Peaks Mountain, King Cazador of Iron Peak Castle, and several dwarven chiefs and rune craftsmen stood together. Laing led Kalad, François, Fedmond, Olica, Veronica, and several knights and nobles under his command. They were excited and could not suppress their excitement as they waited for the moment the gates of the Ancestral Temple opened.
Only Aralos and the wood elves were not notified. In the eyes of the dwarves, the pointy-eared elves were not brothers, friends, or even allies. This was just a transaction.
Only Granny knew what the elves would do when they saw the treasures in the treasury.
It was better for the pointy-eared elves to stay as far away as possible. Just take out the Silmarillion and give it to them.
Hundreds of ancestral runes shone brightly. The white dwarf got a large charcoal pen out of nowhere. "Laing boy, come here!"
"What's wrong, senior?" The white dwarf was a little rude, but Laing was used to it. He did not care about it.
"You've done well to make it this far. Come, I'll give you a chance. Write something. Leave your mark on the Ancestral Gate. Write anything, hahaha!" The white dwarf stuffed the large charcoal pen into Laing's hand.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Laing. The Knight King took the charcoal pen, which was thicker than his thumb, and pondered for a moment. Then, he gently wrote a line of words in High Gothic on the gate of the Ancestral Temple of Eight Peaks Mountain.
"Exhausting the power of the world, filling this golden soup. Cherishing my soldiers, those who come will never forget."
Everyone present was silent.
They thought of the soldiers who died in the battle: Lopes, Blackheart Reaper, Halhaver, Astell, Olivier, Anthelm, Deniz, Amedai, and so on. They thought of the name list of the dead that could not be counted until now. Everyone felt comforted that Laing still remembered them.
However, the greatest winners of this war were still Belega and Leon. It was their perseverance and all-out effort that allowed them to obtain the final victory. Their great names would spread throughout the Old World and even the New World. Their great achievements would be immortalized forever.
Thinking of the huge sacrifices in the Great Expedition and looking at the Ancestral Gate slowly opening, Laing could not help but think of a sentence.
A general's success is built on the bones of thousands!
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